Something About You..

Prologue

Lazy Day

-Alex's P.O.V-

No.
Just no.
Today, my hair is being thrown up into a messy bun. Sweatpants that are so baggy I look like I'm part of a shitty hip hop dance group. A plain white t-shirt that's too tight but fuck it, I don't care and my tits look great.
It's a lazy day.

It's 12:37pm, on a Sunday. It's the day before school and I don't have to work today.
Yes, I did sleep in. Phones off, dead even. It is on the charger, but for what ever reason, nothing really matters today.

It's one of those days, those days that make you want to do absolutely nothing.
Binge watching anything while eating a ton of junk food. Sounds like a great way to spend today and there's no one who can stop me.
My parents are both at work today. Dad won't be home till some time after 7pm and mom will be home at 4:30pm. Mom will find my ass on the couch, watching something, scream with glee, then join me.
Of course after changing into her own set of comfy clothes. She will laugh at the vulgar comedy specials I watch with me until about a half hour before dad gets home.
We have to watch something more "family friendly" when he's around. He gets uncomfortable watching certain things around me. Mom, on the other hand, she's so sweet but her humor is not always pg-13 and she's happy to watch it with me than me watching it with other people anyway.

(Some time later)

"Gaaah!" I yelled. "I'm so bored!".

Look, all I have done is sit on my ass watching stand up. It's been a few hours and mom will be home soon. It could be fun to watch something with her.
Thing is, that's not what I want to do anymore. 

No, no..
Now I want to go for a walk.

Picking up everything in the living room. (I remembered to put the tv channel on the news channel) Talk about boring.

Next, I put on some jeans and my favorite black flats. It's the middle of April, so I'm going to need a hoodie. Finding the darkest, baggiest sweater I own, I throw it on.
Honestly, comfort is the way to go. If you can't be comfortable in the clothes you wear, why wear them?
I grab my satchel bag and cross the strap over my head and shoulder. The bags usually for work because it holds on my personal items really well while also being on my hip so I feel it's safer around me.

Putting everything I might need into the bag, that includes: phone, keys, wallet, Chapstick, and a few snacks. I finally feel prepared enough to go for a walk. There's a park a few blocks away with a coffee shop near by. That is my destination. 

Walking to the mirror hung up on the back of my door, doing a full body check to make sure I don't look too repulsive. After finally deciding I am okay looking the way I do, I head off. 

Walking helps clear people's minds apparently. It also is good exorcise. For some reason "Off we go, to grandma's house we go" sung in my head. It's very random but I am just going to let it go. 

So much for my lazy day.